09-THE CAT'S EAR

THE CAT'S EAR I stared out the window of our prison cell in the Cat's Ear. The cats were lowering the sails so they could change direction. "Rotten, stinking cats!" I muttered, gripping the bars with my paws. "Holey cheese! I don't want to end up in a pot to be cooked by that sleazy Slobberface," sobbed my cousin. "I don't even like PEPPER. It makes my fur break out in hives." He sniffled, then blew his nose loudly into a big yellow handkerchief with red dots. Benjamin grabbed the sleeve of my jacket. "Uncle, I think maybe—" he began.

我凝视着我们在猫耳监狱牢房的窗外。 猫们正在降下帆，以便改变方向。 “又臭又臭的猫!”我嘟囔着，用爪子抓住栏杆。 “多洞的奶酪!我可不想最后被扔进锅里，被那个邋遢的流口水煮熟，”表妹抽泣着说。 “我甚至不喜欢小辣椒。 它让我的毛都起疹子了。” 他抽了抽鼻子，然后用一块带红点的黄色大手帕大声擤鼻涕。 本杰明一把抓住我夹克的袖子。 “叔叔，我想也许——”他开始说。

"Benjamin, please, we'll talk about it later," I said. I patted him on the head. "Auntie, I think maybe —" my nephew tried, pulling my sister's paw. "Benjamin, be a good mouse! Can't you see we're talking about serious matters?" said Thea. "Why don't you go play with some fur

“本杰明，求你了，我们以后再谈。”我说。 我拍了拍他的头。“阿姨，我想也许——”侄子试着拉着妹妹的爪子。 “本杰明，做一只好老鼠!”难道你看不出来我们在讨论严肃的问题吗?”西娅说。 “你为什么不去玩一些皮毛呢?

balls or something," suggested Trap. "But I have a plan!" squeaked Benjamin, annoyed. "A plaaaan?" we cried. "Why didn't you say so?" said Trap. Benjamin sighed. "Well, I got this plan from a book I read. It's called SCRAM! MY LIFE ON THE RUN by Fearless Frank the Adventure Mouse," he explained. "Fearless Frank was stuck in a prison cell just like this one. He tied a rope to one of the bars and hung outside the window. When the jailer found the cell empty, he ran off to get help. Fearless Frank climbed back into the cell and escaped through the open door." Trap scratched his head. "But how are we going to fit through the bars?" he asked. "We'll need to cut through them somehow."

特拉普建议道。 “可我有个计划!”本杰明不耐烦地尖声说。 “一架飞机?”我们喊道。“你为什么不早说?”特拉普说。 本杰明叹了口气。“嗯，我从我读过的一本书中得到了这个计划。 它叫做SCRAM!《我的逃亡生活》是《无畏的冒险老鼠弗兰克》，”他解释道。 “无畏的弗兰克被关在一间和这里一样的牢房里。 他把一根绳子系在一根栏杆上，挂在窗外。 狱卒发现牢房空了，就跑去找人帮忙。 弗兰克无所畏惧地爬回牢房，从敞开的门逃走了。” 特拉普挠了挠头。“但是我们怎么才能穿过栅栏呢?”他问。 “我们得想办法把它们穿过去。”

Benjamin began to dig through his pockets. He pulled out three sticks of cheddar-flavored bubble gum, a glow-in-the-dark yo-yo, and ... a Swiss army knife! He opened it, and a small file popped out. "Do you remember this, Uncle Geronimo? You gave it to me for my birthday. I take it with me wherever I go," squeaked my nephew. "This is great!" shouted Trap. "We'll take turns filing the bars," said Thea. "One of us will have to keep watch. But ... what about the noise?" She twirled her whiskers, deep in thought. Two minutes later, my sister jumped up, clapping her paws. "I've got it!' she cried. "We will sing!"

本杰明开始翻他的口袋。 他拿出三块切达味的泡泡糖，一个夜光溜溜球，还有…… 一把瑞士军刀!他打开它，一个小文件弹了出来。 “你还记得这个吗，杰罗尼莫叔叔?” 你送给我的生日礼物。 无论我走到哪里，我都带着它，”我的侄子尖叫道。 “太棒了!” “我们轮流整理栏杆。”西娅说。 “我们中间得有一个人放哨。 但是…那噪音怎么办?”她捻着胡须，陷入了沉思。 两分钟后，我妹妹跳了起来，拍着她的爪子。 “我找到了!”她叫道。“我们要唱歌!”